Sunday 20 April 2008

It ain't easy as ABC..

I'm really impressed by how witty most columnists are in international papers like The New York Times. Locally, some of the wittier columnists whom I enjoy reading are Mary Schneider's "But Then Again" (Star2, Mondays) , Marina Mahathir "Musings" (Star2, Wednesdays), and Azmi Sharom's Analysis (The Star, Wednesdays). It really isn't easy, to me at least, to write with a certain flair that switches effortelessly from amusing to sarcastic to serious in a way unique to that writer. I've to admit, my (supposedly existent) blogging style is quite influenced by what I read, and that includes those writers above.

Like one of my friends, WW, is working for The Star now. I'm always quite amazed to see her work - how on earth does she come up with articles of 2 pages in length every other week simply eludes me. Writing is certainly a skill to be acquired, and unless you were born gifted by the literary gods, it takes a lot of time,effort, and patience to develop. Efforts such as constant reading, writing, and learning.

Anyway, here's an example of witty column which I'd just read recently from NYT; thought I'd share it:



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Op-Ed Columnist


The Fat Bush Theory



By GAIL COLLINS



George W. Bush says we’re on track to meet the nation’s goals for curbing global warming.


I see some hands waving out there. Didn’t know we had any goals for
curbing global warming? Where were you in 2002 when the president put
us on the road toward reducing the growth of greenhouse gas emissions
by 18 percent by 2012?


So there.


Bush held a press conference in the Rose Garden this week to give us
a warming progress report or, in his words, “share some views on this
important issue.” He almost always refers to global warming as an
environmental “issue.” As The Times’s Andrew Revkin noted on his blog, Dot Earth, most people talk about environmental problems. But perhaps the White House regards that as overly alarmist.


“I’m pleased to say that we remain on track to meet this goal,” the
president said, in a tone that sounded rather belligerent considering
this was supposed to be good news.


Let’s back up here. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had
trouble getting my head around goals that involve reducing the rate at
which something is growing. To appreciate the administration’s efforts
on the, um, issue, let’s try to imagine it in terms other than
greenhouse gas emissions. (As the president noted: “Climate change
involves complicated science.”)


Suppose that two years after taking office, George W. Bush
discovered that because of the stress of his job, he had gained 40
pounds and was tipping the scales at 220.


The real-world Bush would immediately barricade himself in the
White House gym, refusing all human contact or nourishment until the
issue was resolved. But imagine that he regarded getting fat as
seriously as he regards melting glaciers, rising oceans and drought and
starvation around the planet. In that case, he would set a serious,
management-type goal — of, say, an 18 percent reduction in the rate at
which he was gaining weight, to be reached within the next decade.


Cut to the Rose Garden in 2008 where partial victory is declared.
“Over the past seven years, my administration has taken a rational,
balanced approach to these serious challenges,” the 332-pound chief
executive announces. He delivers this good news sitting down.


2012: Bush hits his final goal and 400 pounds at approximately the same time.


I hope now you can appreciate just how useful the Bush
global-warming initiative is. But the president isn’t satisfied with
merely delivering on his promises. In his Rose Garden address, he upped
the ante, vowing to stop the growth of U.S. greenhouse gas emissions
entirely by 2025.


Let us forget, for a second, that this is a man who’s only going to
be in office for nine months of the 17 years in question. Furthermore,
let us skip lightly over the fact that Bush did not give any hints
whatsoever as to how this goal is supposed to be reached except to say
that “the wrong way is to raise taxes, duplicate mandates or demand
sudden and drastic emissions cuts.”


Since the president never suggests actual behavior changes on the
part of American citizens, that leaves us with what? More efficient
refrigerators?


Lots of things! There is, for instance, the ambitious new fuel
economy standard of 35 miles per gallon by 2020; we sure do have a lot
to look forward to in the future, people. There’s new federal spending
on biofuels. Much of this is for ethanol, which has the unfortunate
side effect of creating more greenhouse gases than it eliminates, and,
of course, helping to create a planetary crisis over rising food costs.
But nothing’s perfect.


The president’s real focus seemed to be on fighting the strategies
for global warming that he doesn’t like: the Kyoto Protocol, court
challenges and legislation pending in Congress. Almost all of them,
interestingly, were referred to as “problems.”


Instead of Kyoto, the administration is pushing for “a new process”
in which the countries that do most of the polluting will get together
and work on a climate agreement. That process was in fact chugging
along this very week at a gathering in Paris, where Bush’s speech was
greeted with a round of excited reviews. Germany’s environment
minister, for instance, dubbed it “losership instead of leadership.”


The Europeans have a perfect right to look down on the United States
since they’ve set much more ambitious targets for reducing global
warming. While they do not appear to be likely to meet any of them,
it’s the thought that counts.


If the Bush strategy seems a little ... little, go back to our
metaphor. Imagine it’s 2025, and you’ve got a 486-pound ex-president
being wheeled in to accept the congratulations of the world on his
excellent physical fitness program. Really, that’s big.


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By the way, the album I just bought - One Republic's Dreaming Out Loud - has really grown on me. I've been practically playing it non-stop since I got it.


Saturday 19 April 2008

Some things don't change, some do...

Sometimes I get too wrapped up around myself that I tend to forgot the simple things in life like spending time with good company. On some unknown-post-birthday-slightly-daring streak , I've been asking quite a number (actually a few, but for me it's a new record) for outings like lunch etc. Really hope it's not the old-age-crisis/loneliness fear that's driving me.

A couple of days ago, went out for dinner with Fea and realised that's been quite a while since we the last time we really just sit relaxedly and having a great time. The next day I went out for lunch with PY, whom again I haven't seen in ages and had since undergone an almost remarkable physical transformation. And I too realised how few are the people whom I'm really comfortable and sharing a similar wavelength. Just being in the company of a that person and letting yourself loose can be extremely therapeutic.

Today I went for breakfast and lunch with two different groups of friends. The breakfast one was with a few old secondary school friends. It started of like this - In my (rare) semi-desperate moment of getting a lunch date last weekend, I tried contacting some old friends from Form 5, also collectively known a "the gang". It didn't work out but I guess Eric wanted to make up for it, so he asked me for breakfast this morning at Raju's, an undeservingly hyped-up and overpriced mamak directly next to our alma mater. Supposedly there would be Ben and Chong too.

The crowd turned out to be a bit bigger - Weng Yew came along, with Kok Wei and one of their ex-Scouter sir joining in. It was getting kinda awkward; firstly since I've never been close to at least 2 people on that table, and secondly their former Scouter was a complete stranger to me.

Surprisingly, it turned out much better than expected. Meeting up with old friends (and in turn their companions) is something I dread, especially ones you haven't kept in touch or seen for so long that you've drifted too far out of each other's life to be able to relate and connect with substantially. Which would translate into awkward briefs of silence and resorting to fillers like the weather ("Been raining quite a lot these days huh?" "Yeah, that's true." "Yeah...") and jobs ("So what do you do now?" "The same - ..." "Oh" "Yeah.").

Of course there were those awkward pauses when everyone momentarily runs out of conversational topics, and I was a little self-conscious too, feeling as I'm an outsider attempting to push into another's clique. But they didn't last long. And apparently time seems to be kinder on others' impression/memory of you. Everyone at the table was treating me fairly well, even those whom I've barely exchanged more than 20 words during school last time other than the usual pleasantries. Almost everyone also shook hands as they arrived and left, which left me scratching my head a bit. Guess I'm quite a stranger at this meeting up with old friends thingie

I must be sounding a lil' like a broken record by now, but it never ceases to amaze me to see a friend after a long period of time. They looked a little older, relaxed and mature; but still with bits that allude to their former selves as you remembered them. And it's also interesting to see how a certain someone turned out - contrasting their present pursuits with their past selves. From those days of being a carefree student to a *gulp* working adult. Like who'd picture a reckless outdoorsy guy doing a PhD in science ? And the topics of conversation, well naturally it went from current occupations to listing other old friend and what they're up to now. And of course on a guys-only table, it also went to social status (ie. girlfriends) and physical (ie. losing weight and building muscles). I kid you not, I strongly believe it's due to Hollywood's brainwashing where beautiful guys and girls are a dime a dozen and looking average is an exception. Not to mention the recently published and much-awaited Cleo issue with The 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. It's not easy being a guy these days - we have to dedicate as much attention to our physical aspect as much as our career and play. What happened to the good ol' days of merely bringing home the roti?

Sigh... Anyway, I realised that after taking a small step of initiating contact with former acquaintances, that it isn't that scary. And the results can be really rewarding. Guess my extremely-late-new-year-resolution would be to take up more initiative on asking out friends, both old and current.

Thursday 17 April 2008

He's not just incompetent, he's...

Disclaimer: Semi-long, not very bitchy post ahead

Finally, on the advice of many and not able to stand it anymore, last weekI told X directly that he needs to do his part around the lab too - "After you finish your work, please fill up the empty tips boxes." "See that bottle of PCR tubes running out? Here's what we do to refill them." Etc etc.

Some people to whom I bitch about X would like to point out that perhaps its cultural differences. Look, I'm also one for benefit of the doubt, but I believe 'cultural differences' can only be excused to a certain extent when it comes to his incompetencies and err.. I have no words for this. Consider this *little* incident this morning.

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X: The eppendorf (1.5 ml) tubes are finished. *grabs a nearby beaker of those tubes* Can I use these?

Me: No. See the tape here? *points at the tape on the beaker* This is packed by Ros. It's not packed by me, S (my labmate), or you. So you can't use them.

X: But no more tubes.

Me. Yes...Which is why we refill and make new bottles of tubes.

X. Yes, yes. I made new bottle last week (Actually it's we, when I was showing him where the bag of tubes are and how to do the refilling).

Me. Right.. *speaking slowly and deliberately* And then we (I) autoclave them, and autoclaved things go to the...?

(Autoclaving is a sterilising process of heating at 121 C for 15 minutes, and since it's with water, the things mostly end up wet. And then they need to be dried in the oven)

X: To the oven.

Me: Right... So go check the oven.

X: But I checked oven. Not found.

Me. *getting annoyed* Really?

(Now I know for sure that it's in the oven, since after autoclaving I put it in the oven together with other things last Friday after autoclaving. While he as usual just deigns to drop by the lab just to do his work only, period, and left almost immediately after that. And these past days I haven't been around the lab much since I'm almost done with labwork and moving on more to computer analyses, so I haven't really helped out around the lab much.)

Me: Let's go check the oven now. *takes a pair of gloves*

X: *following me* I checked oven every day. Not found.

Me: Mm-hmm. *straps on gloves a little impatiently in front of the oven*

(I was still strapping on the gloves, perhaps a little angrily. X opened the oven, and then thinks to start shifting the large bottles in the front . And finally, he pulled out a large bottle of tubes).

X: Ah. Our bottle of tubes *showing me the bottle with his name on it*

Me: Mm-hmm *I'm not the one with an eyesight problem and lack of common sense. Why show me the bottle?*

X. I check every day. Not found before.

Me. Yeah... *rolls eye. Seriously, who're you trying to kid here?*


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And this other incident last week...

Me: If you're free now go check the oven and see if there's anything there that's dry; and take them out.

X: Ok. *comes back a few moments later empty-handed*

Me: *suspiciously* Did you check the oven?

X: Yes, yes. Nothing dried yet.

Me: Really? Hmm *very suspicious*

(Since I put in several things the day before, and there should be some things that have dried. I finished my work about 10 minutes later and went to check the oven. In the front, several large bottles were still wet. I moved them aside, and checked the smaller bottles behind them - some of them are dried. Then I checked the top shelf/compartment - all the pipette tips boxes were dried. In the end I had two basketful of items, which I promptly marched right up to X.)

Me: *holds up the two baskets* These things are all dried in the oven.

X: Oh... I saw the big bottles; still wet.

Me. Aha...*rolls eyes*

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By the way, I just found out that his degree was in veterinary science, and so was his Masters. And I'd appreciate if anyone can point me towards any cheap, over-the-counter high-blood pressure medication.


Sunday 13 April 2008

I'm not one for throwing up a big fuss about my birthday. Yeah, it's a special day for me - one which I do look forward to with just the slightest hint of excitement, but not one which I planned out an elaborate 24 hours non-stop party. But I've to admit, I was slightly disappointed this time around.

The day before I decided to take half a day off to just chill a bit and get some items. I got down to Midvalley in the afternoon and caught The Spiderwick Chronicles, which was actually rather good. Hmm, the crop of fantasy movies these days seemed to have really improved, focusing more on coherent and well-developed storyline and characters rather than just CGI wizardry. I also got One Republic's album, Dreaming Out Loud, which is quite... unique. In the sense that I've never bought an album of this sorta genre before. It sounded quite good, and they remind me of a slightly more mature and pleasant-sounding version of All-American Rejects, where its lead singers high-pitch singing is a lil' grating for me. Then I also received a call from an old F6 friend who asked me for dinner the next day, which I agreed to.

I woke up that day with a sore throat and feeling a slight flu coming up - not a good sign. So I quickly took up some Strepsils, and got to work. I also decided to postpone dinner with my friend for today as it'll be quite tiring for me to travel back and forth from KL. Later during lunch, I went out for McD's with my colleagues, where they kindly got me a slice of cake. Later in the evening, my colleagues and I went to visit another colleague who had just given birth a few weeks ago. We left rather late, and I was quite tired. So I just got a quick dinner and went to bed early.

Sure I got some well-wishes from friends and acquaintances, not to mention a great postponed-dinner at Pizza Hut with a cake and presents to boot! Which I'm really grateful and appreciative of. But I'm just a little disappointed that I didn't hear even a peep from some of my closest and oldest friends. Perhaps it'd just slipped their mind. Not that I'm taking it as a point-blank sign to sever all friendships, but it does get me down a little.

This weekend I came back, hoping to go out with some friends. Unfortunately, things on the social front was a little quiet. I then tried to find someone for lunch, and even that was almost unsuccessful. Remember how I said the littlest things then to get to you. I was really feeling quite sad and... lonely. Thank god I eventually found someone for lunch; and it was really much more enjoyable than I expected.

Sigh... I need more friends.

Thursday 3 April 2008

Labmate from hell

Warning: Long, bitchy post ahead.


Those who are have been around me for the past few weeks or so would know that my biggest gripe and whine currently would be this labmate from hell - a middle-east guy who's doing PhD also under my supervisor. Now there's been a bunch of middle-eastern students in my uni, I think due to a special memorandum of cooperation or something. The main bone of contention is that they are doing post-grad studies without a degree in molecular biology (which is a wide aspect of biotechnology). So them being here, they haven't do labwork like we do before. They have zero knowledge on the theory and understanding of what we do. It's like asking a high-school kid to split atoms by pressing a sequence of buttons on a machine, without him knowing what's actually going on.

So then I have this labmate from hell - X. First off the bat, he doesn't know anything. Like how to use a micropipette which is used for transferring liquids in the range of 0.1-1000 microlitre (ul). Which would be tantamount to an IT consultant not knowing how use Windows.Or that he's confounded when a protocol for an experiment calls 0.75 ml of buffer (1ml = 1000 ul, you do the simple math) and he comes asking me whether we have a pipettes for that. When I point him to the appropriate one, he spend another good 5 minutes examining it and twirling the liquid volume setting and asking my other colleague for verification.


3 pipettes with different volume ranges



Using a pipette

So maybe he doesn't know all that as he's never used them before. But pardon me, isn't he supposed to be a PhD student? Well, Wikipedia is has become quite comprehensive and a quick reference point. Still struggling with measurements of ml and ul? Quite a few times actually, like when he's supposed to take 3.25 ml and he used the 100-1000ul pipette set to 325 ul. I keep asking reminding him again and again he needs to take 3.25 ml and he shows me the 325 ul on the pipette, "Yes, yes. 325". I swear I was about to explode, thankfully some divine force granted him enlightenment soon after.

X doesn't read manuals carefully and write down the steps in simplified flow-chart, so that the experiment can be done smoothly without errors. Which is like defusing a bomb while reading long winding lines of the manual. Or preparing certain things needed before starting (which I suppose, could *possibly* be known from reading the manual carefully and planning your work in a simple flow-chart). Kinda like how you usually take out the chicken half an hour before cooking and turning on the oil a few minutes earlier for it to heat.

There was this time he wanted to start work using a new reagent kit which we've never used before, and I told (again and again) him to read the manual carefully first. And he goes with his usual "Yes, yes".

I took a quick glance at the steps and asked him, "What about these temperatures for incubation? Have you turned on the machines yet?" (These machines also takes time to heat up/cool down to a specific temperature, which is why they need to be turned on earlier).

"I haven't used these machines before. Where are these machines? How do you use them?"

I went ##!!@@@$$ inside.

Then there are things in the lab which we all used in shared fashion. An analogy would be a kitchen with a few cooks - usually there'll be a big bottle of sauce, or even chopped garlic in a jar. Usually there's no written rule on who should refill the sauce bottle or chop garlic, people just understand and take turns doing it. Well, in my case X just used them but have never tried or asked to refill things he used. That nice big bottle of TAE buffer running low - never bothered to ask where it came from. Little plastic PCR and microcentrifuge tubes nicely sterilised and packed in bottles (with names of the people who packed them), he probably chalked it up to little lab-elves that come out at night.

And then there's also the pipette tips, which is used in conjunction with the micropippete to transfer liquids. Each time you do a transfer, you use one tip. Which is actually quite bad fro the environment cos it's plastic and you can use up to 5-6 tips to mix liquids to prepare for a single reaction in a tube. So anyway these tips are usually used up pretty quickly. We keep a large basket of these boxes of pipette tips which has been filled up and autoclaved (sterilised). And then a few boxes are placed on the workbench and whoever's doing work there will use them. Then the empty boxes are put aside and after it piles up, they'll be refilled, autoclaved and returned to the big basket.


A typical box of pipette tips

X knows about the big basket, he goes and dig up a new box when it runs out. And I've refilled the pipette tips in front of him at least 3 times (twice on purpose). Yet he has never deigned to refill those empty boxes. Sure he may not use as much as us, but who's keeping count? Couldn't he have done it, perhaps out of courtesy? Or goodwill since he does rely on me and my colleague a lot?

Like yesterday and today's incident. Now our lab is undergoing renovation, so we had to move to another lab and I just took a few boxes that we've been using, so they're about less than half of tips inside. Late in the evening I started to refill the some of the empty boxes (around 9 boxes). He was doing some work halfway when the tips ran out and he ask me whether he can use the ones I've refilled; I told him no, they haven't been autoclaved. So I asked him to borrow some tips from others as the big basket of tips is in our old lab and it's quite troublesome to take them. He proceeded to do just that and went home straight after that. Not even a simple, "Need some help filling up the tips?' Not to mention that I've actually finished my work for the day and had just refilled the tips to pass the time cos he wasn't finish and to leave him unattended in a lab is like letting Chucky run free in a nursery.

The next morning, I started to seal them and label the boxes for autoclaving. He came in and started to asked me all sorts of questions. I just told him to wait. I go about cleaning, labelling, and what-nots before settling down and guiding him from A-Z on what he needs to do that day - which in this case happens to bee a simple procedure which can only be done in the evening due to time factor etc. So he went back immediately. Then I noticed there were 2 more boxes of tips which only has a few left and so I took out the bag of tips to refill them later. But I got busy with my work and left them there, near his table. Later in the evening, he returned to do his work which requires quite a lot of tips. He noticed the box of pipettes (with the bag of tips just next to it) had only a few left, so he shoved it aside and take a new box (which I've taken from the big basket at our old lab earlier). Then he go about his work, finished, asked me a few questions on what to do tomorrow, spent about 10 minutes trying to understand what to do tomorrow, and then left. All the while with 2 nearly-empty box and a bag of pipette tips just next to him.

I dunno about you, but for me when you're starting out in a new workplace or office, you usually try to pick up what your colleagues are doing around the office. And you try to be more helpful with things to learn more and get into your colleagues' good books, especially since you'll be depending on them a lot initially. Like when we were undergrads doing our labwork for thesis, we helped filled out countless tips and helped around the lab cos, well we were very dependent on our seniors there. And when I started out last year, I did the same thing as the new guy, to learn more about the lab, and to foster goodwill with my new colleagues.

In my case, he depends on us 99.99% of the time. Not just how to do things, but what to do. "What do I do after this? What to do next?" The only time he ever asked about a buffer or kit is when he needs to use them and he ask whether they're already prepared (which mostly is) and they're found them.

Am I asking for much? Is he really that dumb that he's not aware of things like these? Do I need to tell him directly to his face in billboard-sized letters that he needs to move his ass around the lab too? Does he somehow assumes that it's my job to keep things on the ready in the lab since I'm just a research assistant and he's a *coughs* Phd. student? Which is utterly stupid, cos he know I'm also working on my own project and he also gets paid under a GRA scheme (graduate research assistant). More actually, since he technically has a Master's.

There are plenty more things about him that drives me up the wall, but to go over all of them would probably result in a book thicker than the Lord of the Rings trilogy.